understood why Bev was so concerned. With so much digital content available, magazines like Amuse Bouche really had to go the extra mile to grab readers’ attention. It didn’t help that three of their sister magazines had folded in the past two years. The pressure was on to deliver.
She also noticed there was a voice message from her mother. Faye had sent her a quick text, letting her know she’d be out of the country, and of course her mother had called her back and left several messages. She made a mental note to give her a call the next morning.
Faye took a cursory glance at her Facebook feed and noticed that David had posted a picture of himself with a group of friends at the beer garden. Even though her sister and friends had advised she unfollow him, Faye couldn’t bring herself to do it. But they were right, it was torture, looking through his pictures, wondering if he was having more fun without her…
Faye clicked off the page and placed her phone, face down, on the nightstand.
But just as she was about to slip into the comfort of her bed, she felt her stomach growl. Deciding to head into the kitchen to see if there was any food, she opened the door to her room and slowly made her way down the hall. She turned the corner and saw there was a light on. Peeking her head around the corner, she watched for a moment as Gregor stood at the counter. He had on a T-shirt and lounge pants and looked even sexier than he had on the plane.
“Hey,” Faye said, walking into the room. “We were thinking about the same thing!”
“Were we? I wasn’t sure,” Gregor said, raising an eyebrow at her.
Faye pointed to the ingredients strewn across the counter. “The food,” she said, moving next to Gregor and looking more closely at what he was making. Then, throwing caution to the wind, she decided to make a huge confession. “Remember what you said on the plane? About my sex life? Well, you were right.”
Gregor stopped what he was doing and gave Faye his full attention.
“The thing is, I just don’t think I like sex anymore,” she said, running a hand through her long blond hair. “At least, I didn’t think I ever would again. Until earlier today.”
Gregor’s eyes lit up with desire and he moved toward her with laser focus.
“Wait,” she said, holding out her hand when he was almost close enough to touch her. “I’m not sure we should do this. Even if it would be fun…”
Gregor put his hands around her waist and just when it looked like he was about to kiss her, he instead spoke directly into the side of her neck. She could feel the gentle bristle of his facial hair on her skin as he moved his lips.
“I just want you to feel pleasure,” he whispered, his breath hot on her neck.
Faye nearly melted, her skin tingling in anticipation of that pleasure, but she somehow managed to maintain her composure.
“I’m a journalist, working on a story,” she said, reminding Gregor of her creed. Or was she really trying to remind herself? She knew there was something she had learned in school about reporters needing to remain clearheaded, which was at the moment impossible to do, as Gregor planted openmouthed kisses along her neck.
“Wait,” Faye said, breaking away from Gregor and trying hard to catch her breath. “I can’t get involved with my subject. It’s unethical.”
“Is that really what you’re concerned about?” Gregor said, pushing Faye’s curtain of long blond hair behind her ear and looking directly in her eyes. Faye could see that this had been true all of his life. He was used to getting whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. But not this time.
“I never get involved with my subjects. It’s my personal policy,” Faye said, steeling herself. Every inch of her body was pulling toward this man’s touch, but her mind held her back. Just as she was about to turn and head back to her room, his voice called her back.
“Wait,” he said. “What if it’s just about me showing you one of my skills? For your article.”
Faye couldn’t help but be intrigued. “And what skill is that?”
As an answer, Gregor pushed all of the utensils and ingredients off the countertop and easily lifted Faye onto it so that she was seated directly in front of him. She could feel the cool sensation of the marble against the parts of her buttocks that were exposed by her shorts. She breathed in deeply and kept eye contact with Gregor as he moved in close enough to kiss her, but then knelt down, looping his fingers into the elastic waistband and lifting her up slightly as he removed her shorts. Once he had undressed her, he simply stood there, admiring the beauty of her femininity.
Faye wasn’t used to being so exposed. Any previous action she’d ever partaken in with other partners was pretty much relegated to under the covers. But in that moment, having it all out there made her feel powerful and sexy. It also didn’t hurt that Gregor was looking at her with the most intense, lustful stare she’d ever witnessed.
As he began kissing the insides of her thighs, she grasped the edge of the counter to steady herself. What was this man doing to her—and why was he so good at it? she wondered. She admitted to herself that as soon as she heard she was interviewing Gregor, she had hoped there would be a spark between them. But if anyone had told her he would be pleasuring her on his kitchen counter, she definitely would not have believed it.
It was the same place he had probably prepared countless meals for dignitaries and celebrity friends, and now he was making a meal of her, hungrily biting at the soft flesh of her thighs, his fingers only lightly grazing across her most intimate area. It was this withholding that made her want his touch even more.
Faye groaned—it was an animalistic noise, begging for Gregor to put her out of her misery and give her the warm, tingly feeling she had gone without for too long. Gregor responded by pressing his mouth over her honeypot and flicking his tongue persistently over her clitoris. Faye threw back her head, her long hair trailing down her back as she closed her eyes and gave in to the feeling Gregor was bestowing upon her.
Coming in front of your interview subject seemed like the wrong thing to do, but Faye couldn’t stop herself. As Faye felt herself begin to tremble, she raked her fingers through Gregor’s hair, which she’d been wanting to touch ever since they had met and cried out, making a sound that came from somewhere deep in her belly. Pulling him toward her, she reached her climax and then teetered there for a few moments, her body quivering against his mouth. When she finally came down, he looked up at her with a satisfied smile.
Faye wasn’t sure what she expected to happen next—was he going to fuck her right there on the kitchen counter? Or maybe bring her back to his bedroom and make love to her for the rest of the night? She had no idea.
But instead of taking off his own pants, which Faye would have been highly curious to see, Gregor simply reached up and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead.
“Sleep well,” he said before turning and retreating to his own bedroom.
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